secretary rape
I am relieved to see him step away but within seconds there is another cock in my face. This time I can't help it. I start sobbing, "No, please....no more" my words distorted by the fierce pummelling my body is still getting. Tears stream down my face but none of the men seem to care.
Instead the one who stands before me just pushes his cock against my lips and I know I'd better do what he wishes of me. I close my eyes and part my lips, dreading what I know is coming but before it happens the man behind me begins pounding into me with such force that I am shoved forward, catching myself with my hands on the dirty floor so that my ass is high in the air with my legs spread. In the fall, my "lover" is torn from me and he is very obviously not pleased.
"You'll pay for that, bitch," he screams as he steps forward between my legs. Becoming angry that he would think it MY fault I scream back at him, "You fucking pushed me over!!"
I attempt to stand from this horribly uncomfortable position but someone grabs my head and holds it where it is. I try to get away from the hand but instead it just grabs my hair leaves me no choice but to stay right where I am since the man behind me has a firm grip on my hips.
"You dirty little whore, you act like you don't want it." With these words I feel something wet on my asshole. Did one of them just spit on me? And I realize what is coming next but in the same instant I feel his dick at my rear entryway. He is much more gentle than I expect, I suppose to save himself the pain. He inches in until he is as deep as he could possibly get and I can feel his hips against my ass.
"Are you ready, slut? Tell me you are, tell me you want it." Over the lump in my throat I start to tell him that I wouldn't dream of saying I wanted anything from him but then realize I'm not really in the position to anger him anymore.
I whisper, "I want it". "What?? Tell me you want it and mean it, you fucking cunt. Beg me to fuck you, beg me to ram your tight little ass." He gripped my hips harder, bruising me with his rough fingers.
I whimper and quietly speak the words he asks, "I want you to fuck me. Please fuck my ass. Please." "I guess that is good enough for now." The gentleness is gone and instead is this animal who doesn't give a damn about anything but getting himself off. His cock rips in and out of my tight ass as I struggle to hold myself up against his attack. Ogawd, it hurts!! I have held back my screams but I can't stand it any longer. My voice echoes against the hard restroom walls and the delight is apparent in the chuckles around me. They start cheering their buddy on.
"That's it, fuck that bitch." "Yeah, break the little whore." Just when I think I can't take anymore I feel him tense and my ass fill with his cum. Gripping my hips even harder he thrusts into me one last time. Leaning forward, putting his weight on me so I almost couldn't hold myself up and grabbed a handful of hair, twisting my head so his mouth was against my ear and whispering one word, "whore".
He stepped away from me and I allow myself to collapse on to the grimy floor, so exhausted I don't care. My arms and legs ache from holding myself up during the brutal attack.
One of the other men tries to pull me up, wanting his turn at me. "I can't. I'm too sore. Please, haven't you had enough?" "Aaaaw," mocks another man, "the poor little bitch is sore. Maybe we oughtta help her up." He grabs my hair and yanked until I was on my feet. Another man pulls my arms up and back until I can feel the corner of the stall pressing against my spine. My arms being pulled up, I have no choice but to stand on my tip-toes as someone passes a dirty handkerchief over my head and it is used to tie my hands around the support for the stall. The men stand back to admire their work. My blouse still clings to my arms but wide open and framing the breasts it is supposed to hide. My skirt also remains on, though torn and dirty and not a whole lot of protection from their leering eyes. I hang completely helpless, barely able to touch the ground as the men watch me squirm, trying to get comfortable in this awkward position. They each stroke themselves, pleased with the way things have worked out.